Love's Justice

Chapter 8

Victoria Justice as one of the characters in the chapter ^^ (ORRRRRR u can imagine her however u want)

You know that feeling that you get when you're about to go up on stage or something, and then you just wanna pee your pants? Yeah, that's exactly how I feel right now.

So many pairs of eyes on me. And then the whispers started.

'She's so hot, dude'

'Shut up, Carl. That's Andrew's sister.'

'Carla's gonna be mad when she sees her'

'I heard she's Andrew's twin'

'She's so pretty, what the fuck'

I froze in place and let the comments sink in. Literally.

"Who are you?" An old man that was balding asked. I snapped my head to him, "I'm Clove Bl--" I paused remembering my new last name "Grey. Clove Grey. I'm a new student." I held my schedule up but he didn't even glance at it. Rude.

He looked at me up and down and lifted his brows. "Take a seat, Miss Grey. My name is Mr. Gates." He motioned to a seat next to a girl who wore an army jacket, black eye shadow, -but it looked good- brown combat boots and leggings. She looked pretty cool. I walked over to the chair, aware of all the eyes on me. But one guy caught my eye. He was looking at me intensely. Then I noticed. Blue eyes, blond hair. He was the same guy in the file. Noah fucking Harper. When he caught me staring he turned his attention to the teacher.

I gave a small smile and sat down next to punk chick. "Hi." I said with a genuine smile. Well, I need friends. She turned her head and lifted her eyebrows. "You're Andrew's twin, right?" She asked. I nodded, "Yeah. I just came back from a trip. Visiting my grandparents and all." I paused, "What's your name?"

"Sara." She said with a hint of a friendly smile. I nodded and looked back at Noah. He was scrolling down his phone. I heard a chuckle next to me, "You know Mr. Sanguis?" She grinned. I tilted my head at that name, "What?" I asked. "Nothing." she smirked. I shook my head at her statement. "No. Just looking around. I need to know my classmates, right?" I laughed nervously. She nodded but didn't look convinced.

By the time class ended I wanted to murder the person who invented AP History. I got up from my desk but a hand grabbed my wrist.

I turned around and twisted my wrist so that I could hold onto theirs and kneed him in the stomach. My face crinkled in confusion when I saw that it was...oh no.

Noah.

"I'm so sorry! I thought you were someone else. I'm sorry." I helped him up but instead of a face full of agony he had a smirk on his face. Although, his eyes were telling me that he was in pain. "Hello to you, too." He coughed. "I didn't know you were there." I pleaded.

He shrugged. "You're Andy's twin, right? You guys barely look alike."

I nodded, "Yeah, I just came back from a trip to Canada," I lied "Who are you?" I asked. I knew exactly who he was. But I wasn't gonna tell him that.

"Noah Harper."

"I'm Clove Grey." I said. He nodded, "I know. Everyone knows." I sighed. That wasn't a surprise. New girl shows up who just happens to be one of the popular guy's twin sister. 

Yay.

 "Also. It's dangerous to wear that outfit here. Wouldn't want anyone doing anything to you." His eyes showed  the slightest bit of sincerity but a hell of a lot of mischief in them.

 I shook my head and scoffed. He walked out of the class without another word and left me in the dimly lit room, knowing that I was late for my next class, I walked out shorty after him. I saw Noah turning the corner but I didn't follow him. He was late, too. I tugged at my shorts and crop top. Wishing that I was wearing longer clothes. I shook my head and made my way to my next class. Room 69.

/a/n/ Ha! My classroom number is 69. I just checked. Also: Warning: TRIGGER ahead.//

Turns out I wasn't too late since the teacher wasn't there yet. Although, all pair of eyes were on me and mine met with two blue ones. The seat next to Andrew's was occupied by a girl who was flirting with him. So were all the other girls in a 20ft radius from him in this class. I frowned at the girl and Andrew's bored face. Walking over to the back corner next to a goth looking boy. He had his head down and I heard a throat clear to my right. It was the girl who was drooling over Andrew. "Uh. Why would you sit next to Fairy Fucker? He tried hitting on Andrew last time." She turned to Andrew and touched his bicep, "Isn't that right, baby?" She cooed. He scrunched his face up and pulled away, "Don't call me that, Carla. Get it inside your little head that I don't like you." His words were laced with annoyance and hatred that even I flinched. No one said anything to this girl, Carla. Just stared at the scene. 

I snapped out of shock and suddenly got mad at her for calling the guy next to me a 'fairy fucker'. "Who do you think you are? Milo Yiannopoulos?" I shook my head, "You literally say anything for attention. Well you have it. For being a homophobic bitch." She just stared at me wide mouthed. I heard gasps around the class. Oh God where is the teacher?

"Shut up, stupid hoe. Look how your dressed." She looked at me up and down in disgust. "At least I don't go around calling people 'Fairy Fucker' for no reason," I said "And you're calling me a hoe when I'm standing up for him while you're trying to get into my brother's pants." I nearly yelled at the last part. 

Eyes widened even more at my words and then all hell broke loose. Carla stood up and so did two other girls with blond hair and mini skirts. She got up right in my face, "If I were you I would back off right now, new girl. I don't care who your brother is." She scowled "You better watch your back." Then in a blur she turned-obviously flipping her hair across my face- her mini skirt minions trailing behind her.

I lifted my brow at her, debating whether I should just let it slide because I'm a calm butterfly (note the sarcasm), or rip the bitch to shreds for talking to me like that.

I went with being a calm butterfly and sat down on my seat.
"Thanks." The emo boy said to me "For standing up for me. My name's Jeremy." I nodded, "No problem. I'm Clove." We did an awkward hand shake that was supposed to be a fist bump but it was just messed up entirely.

 At that moment the teacher came in who's name is Mr. Monte.

Throughout the class Carla and her two wannabe hers kept on glaring at me while Andrew shot me reassuring looks every once in a while.

I understand why people say high school sucks.

//Another chapter! I hope you didn't get to triggered by Carla. Cause I hate her and I made her up smh. I hope you liked it! Have a wonderful day/night :)//

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